Name: Isaac Barrowman Age: 21 Bio: Isaac's pack lived miles from the nearest human cities, in a small village home to only themselves and the forest and animals around them. They had, at one time, lived closer to what most termed 'civilization', but once their alpha changed they had found it best to change things. Living further from human societies meant less of a chance for a full moon to lead to human death, and therefore less damage would be done to their home when the people finally got stupid and started going on witch hunts. Isaac had always been headstrong and, at times, even defiant of his alpha. His alpha happened to be his own father, and the man had always had strong feelings toward blood ties even within pack dynamics. After the previous alpha had killed Isaac's uncle, Isaac's father took the man down in a fit of rage, and as he grew up Isaac watched his alpha father degenerate into a paranoid, power hungry beast. Any hint of mutiny was crushed before it could begin, and eventually most that were left were too afraid to bring an end to the unreasonable tyranny. Isaac was given mercy because he was the man's son, yet even he was afraid - so afraid and so young. But he couldn't watch as his pack family cowered in terror. When he was still young for a wolf, he challenged his own father and, barely, succeeded in killing the man and becoming alpha, knowing even as he did it that it would have terrible consequences for him. Furious and hurting, Isaac's mother banished him from his pack, and he only made sure that a wolf he trusted would take over as alpha before fleeing. Hurt from the battle and without a place to go, he ran for miles and miles before finding a place to rest, and afterwards continued on to try and find himself somewhere to live. He stopped at a particular stretch of land just to use the river to bathe and to lick his wounds, and was shortly discovered by a pack that had, apparently, already been occupying the space. He was shown mercy by the alpha of that pack, given asylum and a chance to possibly have a place with these new wolves. Other: Isaac does his best to stay in his place as low wolf on the totem pole, but can't stand the idea of a pack member bringing danger to the rest of the pack. It had been over a month since Isaac had left his home, and his injuries had gradually turned to scars. There were claw marks at the back of his jaw, running down the left side of his neck. The mark of teeth that bit down and tore on his right shoulder. Another slash down his left arm, and the remnants of deep, jagged wounds down his right flank and leg. He hadn't come out of the fight unscathed, but even if he didn't like to talk about what he'd done he would never try to make himself regret it. What he'd done was for the safety of his pack, for their wellbeing - if he had to suffer in their place, he would bear it. The new pack he'd found didn't feel like home. Isaac wasn't sure it ever would, but he obeyed his new alpha's direction, carried out any of the tasks left to him though they were often menial or simply busywork. When he wasn't working or left on babysitting duty, he was usually off by himself, hiding in a tree somewhere or learning the lay of this new land. It wasn't that he disliked children - children were the future, after all - but it all felt like reminders of how much he had lost, how far he had fallen, how many he had forced himself to leave behind. And, if he was being honest, he was beginning to run out of stories to tell them that explained away his scars. For now, until it was decided for sure whether or not he would be allowed to stay and have a place in this pack, he was sleeping in a shed that had been turned into a small living space, with a mattress for a bed and the bag he'd taken with him when he left his home serving as a place for his meager belongings. Any food he needed was hunted on his own - with permission - or given to him by others. He didn't complain, knowing they could have locked him away somewhere and left him to rot simply for trespassing. Still, he did often leave a stick, pebble, or left at the inside of the door to know if anyone had entered 'his' space while he was gone. A few had felt the need to investigate him, and as nothing important went missing he hadn't said a word. Closing the shed's door quietly behind him, Isaac pulled his jacket a bit closer around him with his hands in the pockets, glanced behind him as if to check if anyone was there, and started walking towards the trees. He'd already eaten lunch, and he hadn't been given any tasks for the rest of the day so he'd a mind to spend his time either taking a leisurely walk, hiding out somewhere, or just going for a run. Eventually, he knew he would have to try harder to integrate himself into this new pack, but for the moment he preferred being alone with his thoughts, muddling through all the destruction and loss he'd put himself through. Maybe some day he would wander off and just not come back.